Summary

Christopher and David have the kind of relationship where they spend most of their time punching each other out, sleeping with each other’s girlfriends, and giving each other furtive handjobs behind the school bleachers.

Summary

You heave a sigh, and only really realize it at the relief but also the movement of April’s head -- the movement of her ridiculously vividly red hair -- towards you. You tense. She’s going to say something. You look up at her, casually, unaffected. “You really sold that back there,” you say, as deadpan and detached as you can manage.

Everything is more complicated in Everworld. Everything. You can face asshole gods almost literally every day, and it's still a complicated pain in the ass to figure out if the objectively pretty Irish girl is actually hitting on you or not.